After Jiang Wang left, Delu Hall fell silent for a long while.
Only then did the Son of Heaven speak. "Make a rubbing of that mural and hang it in East Brilliance Pavilion. I'll look at it every day, too."
Only that one sentence...
Only that one sentence.
Han Ling lowered his head, accepted the order, and left.
A eunuch kept a respectful distance as he led the way, his feet landing on the enormous stone bricks without making a sound. They were a people accustomed to caution, living humbly within this magnificent palace.
Jiang Wang followed at an unhurried pace, his bearing extraordinary.
With every step he took, tap, tap, tap.
As he walked through the stately, resplendent palace, his sword at his side and his steps easy, who could deny that he was a dashing young man?
Yet as his footsteps echoed alone through the vast palace, landing on his heart like the beat of a drum, Jiang Wang couldn't help wondering—
Back then, had the Son of Heaven...
known the truth behind the Assassination Case of Imperial Concubine Lei?
He had even walked all the way from Black Tortoise Avenue to the imperial palace.
How much turmoil lay beneath the calm along the way? Was the Son of Heaven warning certain people?
The position of Heir Apparent concerned the very foundation of the state.
Thinking back to the 38th Year of Yuanfeng, the former Crown Prince had been imprisoned, the new Crown Prince had only just been appointed, and the Rebellion of Duke Loulan had only just been quelled.
From the Son of Heaven's perspective—
Imperial Concubine Lei had set a trap and stabbed herself. She deserved her death.
Empress He had taken advantage of the situation and used someone else to kill. Though it